I collapse backwards in a blinding haze of pain, the double-bladed knife embedded in the right side of my belly. The Orion advances on me, wipes green blood from her crushed nose, cursing, and kicks me in the jaw, sending me sprawling against the bulkhead and burying the knife still further. “Bajoran bitch!” she grinds out. “You won’t die quickly for that.” I can’t move. I can’t scream. No breath will come out. The matron has her knee on my chest as she reaches out for my ear and begins sawing. “I’m going to kill you slowly, Captain, the way you killed me.” Captain? I’m a sergeant. “Yes, that.”